Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 89303 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 447(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 298(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89303 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 447(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 298(@300wpm)
Daisy looked at him. “That you’re a moron.”
Dex turned to me. “But a hot moron, right? Because I’ll take it.”
Dex caressed my body with kisses all the time, getting me naked in his bed so he could press his face against my tits and kiss the valley between my breasts. His arm was hooked between my thighs, over my ass, his palm against my lower back. It was something he just enjoyed, kissing my naked body, tasting me, enjoying me without trying to take it further. “Fuck, you’re sexy.” His hands grabbed at me, gripping my ass, my thigh, pulling me closer into him so he could kiss me as hard as possible. Whenever my nipples were in his mouth, he sucked hard on purpose, making them ache at his rough ministrations. Then he kissed my stomach, my shoulder, my collarbone, turning normal areas into erogenous zones.
All I had to do was lie there and watch this perfect man enjoy me, kiss me like there had never been another woman who turned him on more, let him make me feel loved without him saying a word.
He was all muscle and smooth skin, with an eight-pack that was so tight he appeared to be flexing all the time when he did nothing at all. He had a firm and muscular ass, toned and lean legs, big shoulders that blocked the view of the ceiling when he was on top of me.
I remembered a conversation in the hallway at the Trinity Building, when he’d comforted me so effortlessly, and I’d never imagined I would have this man the way I did now. I never imagined that he would be mine.
That he would want me to be his.
I lifted him up to my mouth so he could kiss my lips instead, leaving my raw nipples and tits marked with hickeys. My mouth opened and allowed his tongue to slide inside, to greet mine in perfect unison, the two of us moaning together like it was the first time we’d ever kissed.
His hand left my ass, the inside of his forearm soaked from where it had rested against my pussy, and he dug his hand into my hair as he moved farther on top of me.
My legs opened, and I pulled him against me, bringing his dick against my wet entrance, feeling it give an automatic twitch in excitement. My hand gripped his hard ass, and I dug my nails into his flesh as I looked into his face, so aroused I couldn’t think straight anymore. He’d pulled down my walls and left my heart vulnerable once again, and the past seemed to be buried where it belonged—in the past.
He ended the kiss and looked at me, reading my eyes.
I tugged him against me, lifting my pelvis to silently tell him what I wanted—that I wanted him to slide inside me.
The intensity in his eyes was the same he’d shown countless times in the past, but this was deeper than every look that came before it, like nothing in the world would stop him from making me his.
Without discussion, he pointed himself at my entrance and slid inside. It was a smooth glide because I was so anxious, ready to feel that fullness no other man could replicate. When he was completely sheathed, sunk deep inside me, he released a quiet moan, his hips automatically grinding against me, his pelvis rubbing against my throbbing clit.
My arms hooked over his back, my thighs squeezed his hips, and I moaned at the way he stretched me, the unison between our bodies, how perfect we felt combined. It felt so good, so much better than last time.
He breathed against my mouth as he looked at me, slightly rocking his hips like he was getting used to how incredible it felt. His breathing slowly escalated, his body tightened, and then he started to move. “Baby…”
I lay there and shook with his thrusts, my nails clawing him, my breathing deep and uneven, my moans coming out louder and louder. We didn’t share a kiss, but we looked deep into each other’s eyes as he made love to me.
The pleasure hit me hard, and the tears sprang from the corners of my eyes. I writhed underneath him, convulsed like I was in pain, bucked against him because I wanted every inch of that dick for the rest of my life.
His thrusts increased in intensity to make me come long and hard, to make it last so my toes would curl and my pussy would squeeze his dick so hard it bruised it. He groaned through my climax, like he was fighting every instinct to join me. The perfect gentleman, he waited until I was completely finished with my pleasure before he would let go.
“Okay…okay.” I tugged on his ass and pulled him inside me, wanting him to get his release after resisting with all his strength.